Teenage bondage hell

Upon entering, Ling Xiao was stunned by the sight before her. Inside, all the girls who had performed magic with Li Tong were bound to various torture devices, whimpering and with ghastly expressions, their pain palpable. One girl with short white hair was tied to a wooden horse. Ling Xiao recognized her; she had introduced herself as Zi Xue, a university student, when interacting with Li Tong on stage. A wooden rod protruded from the back of the horse, precisely inserted into Zi Xue' Yang Bingjie struggled desperately. The strength she had regained was completely depleted in her "internal struggle" with Han Xiao, and she couldn't break free from Li Tong's grip. Though the room was small, it was filled with a variety of implements. Li Tong dragged Yang Bingjie to a spot on the floor where chains were hanging, pinned her down, and in a few swift movements, bound her tightly. Yang Bingjie was utterly defenseless, able only to watch Li Tong's actions in despair. Her thighs and calves were folded and bound together. Her hands were tied behind her back, fixed in a "W" shape, her palms firmly taped shut, impossible to separate no matter how she tried. Finally, Li Tong picked up a chain and hoisted her up, attaching it to the ceiling. Yang Bingjie was suspended in mid-air, bound in a spread-eagle position, swaying helplessly. Li Tong walked over to Han Xiao and slowly untied her. Han Xiao had already lost all her strength. As the ropes loosened, her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the floor, groaning helplessly. Li Tong said, "I've prepared some things for you." He patted a leather bag beside him. "Everything you wanted is in here." With that, Li Tong let out a few laughs and walked out of the room. Yang Bingjie immediately began to beg, "Han Xiao, I was wrong, I won't do it again... Don't listen to him, let's find a way out together!" Han Xiao glanced at her, her eyes burning with hatred. The gag was still in her mouth. After resting, she removed it, and saliva immediately began to flow. She rubbed her sore jaw and said, "Why didn't you think about getting out together just now?" Yang Bingjie was speechless, only able to repeat, "I was wrong, I was wrong..." Han Xiao slowly stood up, nearly falling. Yang Bingjie had truly played with her mercilessly. If Li Tong had arrived any later, Han Xiao might not have been able to stand at all. Han Xiao walked towards Yang Bingjie. Yang Bingjie, terrified, struggled, but it was only an exertion of futile effort. Her body could only sway slightly, completely unable to break free. "Han Xiao, Han Xiao... we're good friends, we... *whimper*..." Before she could finish, Han Xiao shoved the gag she was holding into Yang Bingjie's mouth and tied the strap behind her head. Han Xiao was extremely displeased with Yang Bingjie now. She pulled the strap with particular force, and Yang Bingjie felt as though her teeth were about to be dislodged. Yang Bingjie could no longer speak, only letting out muffled whimpers and looking at Han Xiao with pleading eyes. Han Xiao ignored her, let out a cold laugh, and walked over to pick up the leather bag on the floor. "How you played with me just now, I will repay you tenfold!" Han Xiao dumped everything out of the bag. Yang Bingjie's small face instantly turned ashen.

The television flickered on, displaying the same scene of Yang Bingjie sitting on the wooden horse. This time, beside the television, a cangue was placed. It was identical to the cangues worn by ancient criminals; once locked, the hands could not be removed. Li Tong's voice echoed again, "I don't need to say more, do I? Go on." Han Xiao understood perfectly. She walked to the cangue, placed her head inside, and then her hands, though she hadn't secured it yet. She hesitated. Her boots hadn't reacted yet, but if... She would be completely unable to unlock it then. Li Tong knew her thoughts. He decisively let her hear Yang Bingjie's scream and said coldly, "Hurry up!" Han Xiao closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and fully inserted her hands. She slammed the wooden cangue against the wall and pressed the switch. With this, without external force, she would be utterly unable to open it. The handgun at her waist had become a mere decoration. Li Tong burst into laughter. For some reason, hearing his laughter, Han Xiao felt a sense of being tricked. And indeed, it was true. Because when Yang Bingjie's scream rang out once more, Han Xiao cursed, "Bastard! Tell me what you want me to do, don't hurt her anymore!" Li Tong laughed until he was breathless, "Officer Han, can't you see that the images on the television are pre-recorded?" Han Xiao froze, looking at the television. If she had recalled carefully, in the first room, Yang Bingjie had been in the same posture, her movements and expressions unchanged. But at the time, Han Xiao had been frantic, incapable of discerning anything. Han Xiao's rage surged, and she cursed, "What's happening to Bingjie now?" "Don't worry... if this continues, she'll die. I wouldn't want that. She's already fainted." Han Xiao realized she had been trapped, but she still didn't know what Li Tong intended to do next. Li Tong continued, "Alright, alright. Now, you can enter the next room." The hidden door opened. Restrained as she was, Han Xiao no longer dared to enter the next room, but there was no other choice. The only way out was to keep moving forward. Han Xiao walked in. Then, the door closed again. The lights came on. This room was the same size as the last, but there was no television, nothing new, nothing at all. On the ceiling, where a speaker should have been, there was now a showerhead. Then, the showerhead activated, spraying water into every corner of the room, and of course, onto Han Xiao. Han Xiao instinctively tried to dodge, but it was impossible. The spray covered the entire room. The liquid wasn't water. Han Xiao didn't know what it was. But soon, her body began to feel hot, and she felt an intense itchiness below. Her eyes widened as she understood. She tried to pull her hands out, but the cangue was fixed so tightly that it was impossible. "Li Tong, you son of a bitch! I hope you die a horrible death!" Han Xiao's heart was filled only with rage. Immediately after, the showerhead turned off. At the same time, Han Xiao felt something crawling inside her boots. The itching quickly spread throughout her body. She cried out and then collapsed onto the floor.

The scene shifted instantly. This was no longer the dark room, but a place both familiar and strange. It was still a small, dark room, but not the same one. Inside this room were two women. One was bound tightly, spread-eagled on the floor, a ball gag stuffed in her mouth, weeping and whimpering. The other woman, unbound, was completely naked. She held something, teasing the bound woman below. The bound woman cried out in pain, whimpering, seemingly begging for mercy. The other woman showed no pity, continuing her torment… As she worked, she sneered, "You slut, weren't you torturing me just now? Go on, get up and continue!" … The scene felt disturbingly familiar. Gradually adjusting to the light and seeing the faces of the two women before her, Yang Bingjie gasped in horror and rushed forward, shouting, "Stop!" But Yang Bingjie passed right through them. They weren't real. Unaware of this, Yang Bingjie continued to yell, "Stop! Stop!" and charged forward. Even though she passed through them several times, she touched nothing. These two women were none other than Han Xiao and Yang Bingjie, who had been kidnapped by Li Tong in the past. The woman bound and spread-eagled on the floor was Yang Bingjie. The other, of course, was Han Xiao. History was repeating itself, and Yang Bingjie's heart ached to the point of agony. She had heard Han Xiao's words earlier. If she could do it all over again, she would never have been swayed by Li Tong. After an indeterminate amount of time, Yang Bingjie finally realized she couldn't touch them and stood aside to watch. Memories she had long forgotten resurfaced. Watching until the end, seeing herself collapse, bruised and battered, the hatred Yang Bingjie harbored for Han Xiao began to stir once more. It felt like mere seconds had passed, yet also like an entire century. Yang Bingjie's sense of time was completely distorted. She didn't know the current time or where she was. Her mind was a complete blank. When she opened her eyes and saw Li Tong, a surge of fury washed over Yang Bingjie, and she wanted to stand up and kill him. She didn't know why she suddenly had the courage, but it was the one thing she wanted to do most. But before she could stand, she felt something restraining her, and heard a clanking sound… Looking down, she saw handcuffs binding her lower legs, ankles, wrists, and even her big toes, securing her tightly. Around her neck was a collar, attached to a chain that led to the head of the bed. She was firmly fixed to the bed, unable to move at all. She could only glare fiercely at Li Tong and curse, "Bastard, may you die a horrible death!" After cursing, as her consciousness gradually cleared, Yang Bingjie finally understood why she hated Li Tong so much. It was because she had had a dream, a dream where a voice had incessantly brainwashed her… Because of that voice, Yang Bingjie had abandoned Han Xiao, killed Shen Mengshu. And in her most desperate moments, Li Tong's voice had continued to shatter Yang Bingjie's willpower. Even after waking, she still felt a sense of dread.